Trouble (2.14)
McComb

the trouble with me I need money
the trouble with me I need cash
the trouble with me I need technology
I need a place to crash

you get up in the morning and then you go to school
you start a conversation and you're thinking like a rule
because you're obsessed

the trouble with you you give yourself a shot
you tell yourself you're someone and it's obvious you're not

your mind is like a steel trap rusting at the corners
your head is like a funeral with far too many mourners

that's your trouble

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